Once, there was a girl named Elhira and she was beautiful, so beautiful her mother hid her away in the darkest rooms of the house in fear that the forest wights would see her and curse her, or the Gods would steal her away for their own. She grew up in darkness, cared for by her family and doted upon by her mother who refused her nothing save her greatest wish; to go outside and feel the sun on her face. Elhira’s mother taught her about the gods, the spirits in the forest, which was a wild, dangerous place; full of twisted ever changing pathways, just as it is today. It was easy to fall prey to the old Forest God and his children, or to the beasts that lived under the trees. People, foolish people, would go out into the forest and try to leave a trail so that they could find their way home . B ut nothing worked. Trails of pebbles failed, marking the trees with charcoal and tying linen around the trunks failed, in fact all the ways the ancient people tried failed. The fore...